So many times in my youth I'd be so fixated on the work I was doing, following the schematic, routing leads, busses and cables. Often late into the night.. to the point I really should have set things aside for a good examination in the morning, with a well rested brain. Usually this would become clear when I'd miss the soldering pen rest and use my own hand for it. I have the scars, some really big ones, to show for it.

When I was 19 I messed around with a soldering gun in my garage and happened to be naked. Don't ask me why, it's not like it was the first or last time, or that I am the only person to constantly find himself naked after getting stoned. Yeah.. I'm one of those people at the party that loses their pants.

Anyways....

I'm sitting there and just soldering crap to other crap and become absolutely fascinated with the molten solder. The way it shines and pools around on the table.. so beautiful.. so memorizing... so holy-fucking-shit-thats-hot.

The solder ran down off the table, and because I was jammed super close to the table, down my chest, down my stomach, across my penis, over my balls, down my legs, etc.

Obviously anywhere the solder touched became hairless (instantly) and left these wonderful bright bright pink lines on my body. It was a not-so-temporary-but-no-permanent tattoo.